Re-Difinition-1
Do I have a chance
To change the definition of myself
Am I permitted
To think what should I be
Aren’t we the puppets
Imprisoned in ourselves
Waiting for our savior
To bring us the key
Thousand years of civilization
All these walls that we built
I wonder if my brain’s still capable
To imagine that I could be free
I’m sick of narrating what you say
You, the giants they call
You, I feel being so small
without you I must fall
you have stolen me
left me incapable of thinking
I’m imprisoned in your philosophy
Circling hopelessly in pages of history
The biggest lie of all
I was forced to believe
That truth in your words
that you are dictating me
you that I believe, is me
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